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Lana's P.O.V.For the past several months, I couldn't help but feel like I was failing Oliver. He was so calm and collected, yet each month when I took that test and received only one pink line in response, it broke me. He knew that it did.Oliver would come to find me, and he would hold me until the tears stopped, whispering that it would happen and that it just wasn't our time yet. But I wanted it to be. More than anything in the world, I wanted two pink lines to look back at me and tell me that our next child was growing inside me.Maddie was more impatient than I was, and her disappointment hurt me even worse. Her smile would fall when she would ask when her sibling would get here. We would tell her that we were still working on it, and she would get really quiet for the rest of the day. It was heartbreaking.But Oliver continued to insist. He would tell me that he knew for a fact it would happen when it was the right time and that we would have a whole litter of children by the t
Lana's P.O.V. The pack had been over the moon when we announced our pregnancy. Having a baby who had been directly blessed by the Goddess was huge to our people, and I could only hope that they wouldn't put too much pressure on him. It had only been a few days, but I had already given up arguing with Oliver over the possibility that it could be a girl. He was so positive we would have a son, that he convinced me. We had picked out several names, prematurely as we hadn't even made it past the first trimester yet, but the excitement was driving us to do all the things they say you shouldn't. We told everyone, picked names, and started thinking about how we were going to design the nursery. The news that our house was next on the list to be worked on made me giddy. Everything was falling into place. The front door to the pack house slammed open, and I watched as several members of our pack split in different directions. The party was still in full swing, but no
Oliver's P.O.V - 14 years later There wasn't a single person who knew where I was. I had snuck away in the middle of the night and left. I needed to get to her, and that desperate need caused me to chase her over a hundred miles away. I had been lying in bed next to my beautiful mate, and yet all I could think about was her. There was a desperate need to see her. My wolf was on edge and sad with her so far away. I hated that she left me. So, we went after her. The sun was beginning to rise, and I sat in the tree line impatiently, waiting for her to leave for the day. The door to her building was just barely visible, but I knew that as soon as she stepped out, I would be able to see her. She hadn't been responding to any of my messages, and it was driving me insane. A simple 'hello' or 'I'm okay' wouldn't be that hard. I would even accept a, 'please stop messaging me'. One of the last things she said to me had broken my heart, but I would never stop
Oliver's P.O.V. The day I died was the best and worst day of my life. It was hard enough trying to breathe with what I had just witnessed. The way my fated mate had wrapped her arms around another male as she glared at me. The gentle kiss she had pressed against his lips as he assured her that he was okay. I should have ripped his throat out when I had the chance. Yet, I ran. I ran to clear my head, to restrain my beast who wanted nothing more than to kill her chosen mate and demand answers from her, leaving her children fatherless. Had I not known what it was like to have a parent taken from you, I would have done it. But those doe-like, watery eyes watching from the sidelines as their father challenged me for the hand and heart of their mother made me pause. It wasn't an option. She had chosen him, and they needed him. I was but a blip in the story of their lives, something unexpected and insignificant that popped up to cause a moment of chaos before fading back into the shado
Lana's P.O.V. There was no hiding the fear in my eyes as I stared at the broken man in the bed before me. For years he had taken pleasure in every bruise, cut, and broken bone he had inflicted upon my body. Yet, karma had finally caught up with him, and we were going to be free from his torture. In the past, I had been his only victim. The only one to feel the pain brought on by his rage and fists. But one drink too many, and he found himself thrown through his windshield with his car imbedded in the back of a pickup truck. Thankfully, the couple he hit had walked away with minor injuries. My husband wasn’t so lucky and that made me happy. The steady beeping made my eyes narrow as I willed for the line on the screen to stop bouncing up and down. It would only be the perfect ending to our horrific marriage. The plugs right behind the head of his bed taunted me as I imagined locking the door and ripping them from the wall. Only there were no locks on hospital room doors, and pulling
Oliver’s P.O.V. The sun beating down on my furry body as water lapped at my legs had me stirring with a groan of pain. Every part of my body was hurting, and flashes of being attacked flittered through my mind. Leave it to rogues to not be able to even kill someone properly. But they did. I knew they did. I was wildly aware that my soul had left my body. What I couldn’t understand was why it was back. The Goddess had been a hair’s breadth away, ready to guide me onward. The sweet taste of the afterlife to feast with my fallen brothers…with my mother, was within reach and then it was torn from me. Then she sent me away, banished me from her world, back to the Earth to suffer the pain of mortality. I felt my wolf stir within my mind, clearly not appreciating my dramatics as he came to. I lifted my head, the dry sand from the ground beneath me coated my tongue, and I let out a wolfish cough to clear my throat. My legs wobbled as I pulled my body upright, my left hind leg remaining l
Lana's P.O.V. The sound of thunder roaring and echoing through the forest made me wake with a start. It appeared to be something I would have to get used to as we never had these kinds of storms in the city, yet they seemed to occur every other day here. After two weeks, it was finally starting to feel like home. I had cleaned it, started a garden with the seeds from the groceries I had brought, and all that was missing was to find and get rid of the rat that was pooping everywhere before he started to eat the wiring. But now, I was back to walking on eggshells in my own home as I had been stupid enough to bring a wild beast into my living room. Dragging him inside last night was a feat in itself. The massive animal must have weighed at least 200lbs, if not more. Since he had been able to pull himself onto the blanket, I had assumed he was healthy enough to help me get him into the house. Instead, he just laid there and watched me struggle. If I hadn't known better, I would have t